Post by syaoran on Aug 10, 2009 15:47:11 GMT -5
Officially, Syaoran wasn't supposed to be enrolled in any magic classes. He had failed his family in that respect... end of story. He was supposed to be here to study form and etiquette. Though, since coming here, he had the feeling his parents had picked this school using a dartboard, since form and etiquette did not seem to be the order of the day, from what he had seen.
And so, here he was, returning to the things he knew. Or had once known. His magic had become strange ever since he had met Kinamoto Sakura. It had been a while since he had used the paper ofuda to summon his family's inherent magic, and today he seemed a little nervous to try.
It wasn't a class... classes were out of the day. Instead he had asked to borrow one of the magic training rooms. Now, surrounded by mystical books and magic-power-enhancing artifacts, he tried to shut out the school and everything else. He tried to go back to Tomoeda in his mind, tried to remember that star-like light he had once seen. He wanted to be a wizard like that... with the ability to inspire and fill everything with light. But, if Kinamoto Sakura was akin to the sun, Syaoran was akin to the moon. Perhaps he could only shine off of reflected light.
He took an ofuda out of his pocket and summoned the Li family sword. He felt his own powers stirring, as they always did. It was easy to call them up, but ever since then he had trouble controlling them. It seemed as if a piece of his heart had seized control of his powers, leaving him to stand idly by and simply watch the results.
"Raiten shourai!" he suddenly yelled, drawing the flat of the sword across the ofuda. Lightning magic started...
"Hoeeeee~! How can you not be scared of thunder! I can't stand it!"
... and stopped. It fizzled out without the slightest effect. He remembered talking to a frightened Sakura one night. Almost a middle-schooler and still afraid of lightning. He half-smiled, and then frowned. Kinamoto Sakura and he would never cross paths again. He shook his head hard and drew out another ofuda.
"Fuuka shourai!" Wind magic, this time. This was the one that perplexed him the most. Somewhere within him his heart beat deeply, and a warm rush passed over his whole frame.
Cherry blossom petals appeared, drifting on a warm and fragrant wind in the classroom. He had been trying to call up a small kamaitachi-like explosion of wind, and this was the result. He reached out and caught a cherry blossom in one hand, trembling slightly as he stared at it. He clenched his fist, at first meaning to crush it, but instead he drew it close to himself, near his heart.
"S... Sakura..." he murmured, through clenched teeth. He would never see her again. It felt like meeting any other person would be meaningless. Was there anyone else who could light up his life like she did? He doubted it. His heart was dark and empty. Half of him wished that he could fill it with a new light, the other half doubted any other light would ever suffice.
Then, suddenly, with a startled expression he looked around. Cherry blossom petals were now piled on the floor like snow... and they were still coming. Uhm...
"Uh. Stop!" Syaoran called, and yet they kept coming. He could feel his magic being drawn on but he couldn't shut it off. Soon piles of cherry blossoms were scattered on the floor and it didn't seem to be slacking at all. In fact it was getting harder, becoming a veritable blizzard of cherry blossoms.
"H... help!" Syaoran called, not wanting to open the door and spread the magic outside, but afraid of drowning in the quickly-increasing pool of cherry blossoms.
And so, here he was, returning to the things he knew. Or had once known. His magic had become strange ever since he had met Kinamoto Sakura. It had been a while since he had used the paper ofuda to summon his family's inherent magic, and today he seemed a little nervous to try.
It wasn't a class... classes were out of the day. Instead he had asked to borrow one of the magic training rooms. Now, surrounded by mystical books and magic-power-enhancing artifacts, he tried to shut out the school and everything else. He tried to go back to Tomoeda in his mind, tried to remember that star-like light he had once seen. He wanted to be a wizard like that... with the ability to inspire and fill everything with light. But, if Kinamoto Sakura was akin to the sun, Syaoran was akin to the moon. Perhaps he could only shine off of reflected light.
He took an ofuda out of his pocket and summoned the Li family sword. He felt his own powers stirring, as they always did. It was easy to call them up, but ever since then he had trouble controlling them. It seemed as if a piece of his heart had seized control of his powers, leaving him to stand idly by and simply watch the results.
"Raiten shourai!" he suddenly yelled, drawing the flat of the sword across the ofuda. Lightning magic started...
"Hoeeeee~! How can you not be scared of thunder! I can't stand it!"
... and stopped. It fizzled out without the slightest effect. He remembered talking to a frightened Sakura one night. Almost a middle-schooler and still afraid of lightning. He half-smiled, and then frowned. Kinamoto Sakura and he would never cross paths again. He shook his head hard and drew out another ofuda.
"Fuuka shourai!" Wind magic, this time. This was the one that perplexed him the most. Somewhere within him his heart beat deeply, and a warm rush passed over his whole frame.
Cherry blossom petals appeared, drifting on a warm and fragrant wind in the classroom. He had been trying to call up a small kamaitachi-like explosion of wind, and this was the result. He reached out and caught a cherry blossom in one hand, trembling slightly as he stared at it. He clenched his fist, at first meaning to crush it, but instead he drew it close to himself, near his heart.
"S... Sakura..." he murmured, through clenched teeth. He would never see her again. It felt like meeting any other person would be meaningless. Was there anyone else who could light up his life like she did? He doubted it. His heart was dark and empty. Half of him wished that he could fill it with a new light, the other half doubted any other light would ever suffice.
Then, suddenly, with a startled expression he looked around. Cherry blossom petals were now piled on the floor like snow... and they were still coming. Uhm...
"Uh. Stop!" Syaoran called, and yet they kept coming. He could feel his magic being drawn on but he couldn't shut it off. Soon piles of cherry blossoms were scattered on the floor and it didn't seem to be slacking at all. In fact it was getting harder, becoming a veritable blizzard of cherry blossoms.
"H... help!" Syaoran called, not wanting to open the door and spread the magic outside, but afraid of drowning in the quickly-increasing pool of cherry blossoms.